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General Chaos / Re: Best Internet Vidyas
« on: August 26, 2014, 11:16:57 AM »
Have Spanish soap opera writers been playing A Dirty World?

SNIP

I remember that game!  Mistakes were made, things rapidly got out of hand, and we learned that a +1 Weapon Advantage (scissors) can be potent in the right (or wrong) hands...

Never run out of Patience, folks.

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Rock and roll!

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RPGs / Re: Game Fodder / Story Fodder
« on: August 21, 2014, 06:56:49 PM »
I was on a camping trip with some friends and we stayed in a single room cabin that was handbuilt by his great grandfather in the 1920s or so.  It was very basic and rustic with just a frame and boards for the walls.  What seemed like a very good bit to add to a potential game was that almost every time someone stays there, they find a space on the wall and leave a message about their trip.  It was dark wood and most of it was in pencil, pen, or carved in so they weren't immediately visible and noticeable (you had to walk up to the walls and focus on actually reading them), so I can imagine a lot of creepy elements of players reading mostly jovial messages with some sinister undertone emerging from them....

This has given me an awesome idea for an Unknown Armies game that could devolve into beautiful pvp. Sometimes you just gotta carve your deepest darkest secrets into walls with a friendly tone!

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Role Playing Public Radio Podcast / Re: Ross needs to play Diplomacy
« on: July 31, 2014, 09:36:09 AM »
That's a really funny episode, until it gets to the part about the Afghani women's rights activist: that was upsetting.

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RPGs / Re: BaseRaiders
« on: July 23, 2014, 10:30:28 AM »
No, it would cost 7. The initial purchase automatically gives you a +1, then it costs one point each to raise it past +1.

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"Sounds like poor company, but I suppose it's company I'll need to keep. What can you tell me about the owner of Davy's? These places usually have clientele associated with their owners."

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47-48 Temple Bar, Temple Bar Pub (Cormac)

The barman made his tipjar known, with a passing gesture as he handed Cormac his Cocktail.

"Miss Blood? She's not a regular by any means but I've seen her around a couple times. Decent tipper, good family, not like that new Falfner friend of hers," he paused at this point to make his distaste for that particular character known with a cough, "Shame about the whole affair but all I can only tell you that she left Temple Bar around seven or eight. I was on shift that night. I think they mentioned Davy Byrne's. Miss Blood was fond of the place, if I recall. I imagine she's less so now."

I drop a pound in the tip jar, cursing inwardly that I didn't ask to add expenses to my finder's fee. Not eating well tonight.

"Can you tell me anything about this Falfner? And Davy Byrne's."


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"Sorry, it's an Americanism. Coffee Cocktail: light on whiskey, heavy on coffee." I hand him the money, tipping generously. "I'm looking for a girl at the moment: when's the last time you saw Eliza Blood? Green eyes, brunette, athletic."
(Asking a favor!)

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I cast my eye about the bar, looking for anyone or anything that seems out of place. (Sharp I guess?)

I sit down at the bar in front of the bartender. "Irish coffee."

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We shake hands, and I nod. "Until I have more information, then. Good day."

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It takes me a moment to register Shaemus' comment: in another person, the words would be designed to attack. I sigh, not offended: pretending outrage has taken enough energy.

"Do not call me a wretch again, Shaemus, especially in public: it makes you sound like a pompous fool, and pompous American fools are targets at the moment. I have enough on my mind without having to worry about watching my back because I associated with the wrong person. If you want to hide the information you've received from the Colonel, expect the same treatment from me. And expect no payment from the colonel, as we blunder in the dark and the girl dies."

I lean against an uncovered portion of wall. "I agree with Murphy: the best option is to split up and try to cover as much ground as we can, but I think it's unwise to go alone. It's possible one of you may notice something I miss, or..." I stare pointedly at Shaemus and Colin. "Or someone may forget to mention an important detail. The best bet would be if we paired up. I plan on visiting the bar first, and if one of you would like to join me, I will visit one of the ladies afterward. The three of you may discuss amongst yourselves, so if you'll excuse me, I need to make an apology."

I walk to the door to Blood's parlor, take a breath, frown and step through.

"Colonel, I must apologize for my behavior. It has been a long time since I've been home, and it's upsetting to see it in such a state. Ireland's condition has been keeping me up, and that has put me on edge. I will see to it that your daughter is returned, no matter the danger I find myself in."
(Humble: asking a favor, specifically for him to ignore my outburst.)

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The weedy little fuck hasn't changed. I put my face in my hand and try not to engage: if I keep him at an arm's distance, he can't do any damage. Storming off was just for show, too: starting a fight won't help the cover.
(Keeping my shit together!)

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I steady vases he bumps and move furniture he knocks out of place back in place, knowing exactly what he'll do.

"Well, at least I don't stick my nose into where I shouldn't: you're a grown man now, Colin, this is shameful."
(rolling +hX with him to give him a bonus digging through stuff)

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"I'll have you know, you asked for me, sir: I had never heard your name before your letter, addressed to me, and I just so happened to be on a different continent, found me. But if you don't care for my methods, I'll take my leave right now."
(Lashing out again to keep him off balance.)
With that, I stalk out of the room, hoping Colin will notice an old gambit.

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I down the tea in a single gulp, hardly registering the burn of the too-hot liquid on my tongue. The fuzz in my brain recedes slightly, and I pour myself another cup. And another.
(feeding my obsession to gain a forward on my next action)
 
"You're holding something back, Blood; I would rather your daughter rot if you aren't forthright."
(aaaaand lashing out. I want to catch him off guard first, and let him know why I'm upset second.)

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